The Boyfriend's Dad(39)
Mort McDonald had been watching this, at first incredulously, then with cynicism. He looked at his son with a sly wink, nodding his head in silent agreement that his seductive plot had worked out perfectly, and that he was finally going to be able to delve into the hot young pussy of the lovely little teenager. He ogled Tamera as tenderly Carla cradled her, and his cock gave a painful lurch in his pants.
“A touching scene,” he said harshly.
“A real handkerchief wetter,” Eddie said, snickering. “Christ, I wasn’t sure it would work as you said it might, but now I can see that you really hit the nail on the head, Dad.”
Carla looked at them, her cheeks flaming with indignation. “Shut your filthy mouths. Shut up, and get out!”
“Not so fast, my dear,” McDonald said lewdly. “I still have the pictures.”
“Haven’t I paid for them enough?” Carla screamed. “Hasn’t your pound of flesh been enough?”
“Wh-what pictures, Mother? The ones in the livingroom?” She was motionless, indecisive and quizzical.
“My darling,” Carla moaned, once again hugging her child to her naked breasts. “Leave her out of this, Mort. I beg you. Can’t you see she’s been through enough already?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’d say she weathered it better than you, my dear.” He chuckled throatily. “Besides, your daughter’s in the photos, isn’t she? Hell, she has a right to know about them.”
“Yeah,” echoed his son. “And earn them back.”
“Oh Lord, no!” Carla groaned. “You wouldn’t make her!”
“What pictures?” Tamera demanded impatiently.
“Why, the pictures I took of you and Eddie last night. You know, when you and he were fucking…”
“Fucking!” The horrified girl recoiled as if struck by a snake. “You mean, you took…? When we were all…?”
“Cunt and tits and cocks,” McDonald said, nodding. “The whole works, and like I told your mother, I’ll cross out the boys’ faces and sell the negatives. If you don’t want a whole bunch of full color shots of you fucking spread from coast-to-coast, then you’re going to have to help me pay for them. The same way your mother’s been paying for them for the last few hours.”
“Oh God, oh God,” Carla cried out, the final point of no return having been reached. “God forgive us,” she mewled as she looked at the lusting, incredibly repulsive man and son. “God forgive us both.”
“Hurry up and decide, Tamera,” McDonald commanded. “Hurry up and either say no, and I’ll get dressed and leave, or…”
“Or… or what?” the girl asked tremblingly.
“Or else you take your clothes off, my lovely pet.” He snickered devilishly. “Your mother’s naked, and now I want to see that sweet little pussy of yours in the flesh.”
All was quiet for a moment, and then Tamera licked her lips again, and pulled away from her mother’s embrace. She slowly started to disrobe. Carla stared with tormented eyes, her breath ragged and gasping. “No, Tamera,” she whispered. “Don’t do it, don’t do it!”
“Yes,” Tamera said in a tone of low, even response. “Yes, I’ll do it.” She crouched on the bed, removing her things as she had at Jason’s house, carefully and slowly, laying them aside so they wouldn’t get mussed. “Yes, for we don’t have any choice, Mother.” She unsnapped her bra, and tried not to react when McDonald gasped at the salaciously enticing sight of her lithe legs and thighs, her sparse matted blonde pubic hair still shining with Eddie’s recent ejaculation. “He’d do what he threatens, a man like him. Besides, I’m no better than you, and if you could do this for me, then I can do it for myself as well.”
“Damned right you can,” McDonald breathed harshly, and he fingered his once-again aching testicles, already feeling the prurient desires rekindling in his lust-hardening penis. “And for a starter, I want you and your mother to play with each other and lick each other’s cunts!”
Carla gasped in horror and revulsion at the incredibly sick demand. Lesbianism! And worse, with Tamera, her own daughter! She couldn’t do such a perverted act! She regarded Tamera with agonized eyes as she studied her lovely quivering young breasts and pink rosettes, and chip-like nipples, and then down lower, to the now experienced hair-lined lips of her vagina and the dainty pink clitoris nestling sweetly in the trembling, fleshy vaginal lips.
“Tamera,” she moaned. “Tamera, tell them no…”